Son Of Devil Novels & Stories

“Are you really his son? And... and you're the devil? The real devil?” Lucifer quirks an amused brow before he takes a bow. “Yes, I am. The one and only. And yes, Fallon is my son. Don't be fooled by my boyish good looks, luv. I'm a bit older than you think.” He gestures to an annoyed Fallon, placing his face close to his. “Do we not look alike. Of course, I'm better looking. But I rather think he has my eyes. Of course, he has his wretched mom's personality. But what can one do?”

Everything just going fine, you just play your part well then there won't be any problem if you ask me how can son let this happen something like that, you will be surprised I am the one who supports him because I hate him so much" after that chairman man's son " demon, cancel the call, which makes them concerned about the safety of else, how will they trust someone who possesses devil intellect. demon reaches home, he saw the car of someone who he did see before, it's nothing new, a prostitute car, always there, because demon's father is a complete pervert, he is old but he sleeps with many women. when going out, he listens to his father's conversation with a lady. " Why are you living so s

The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque forms. And then, my father saw him. The devil. He was tall and imposing, with piercing black eyes that seemed to bore into my father’s very soul. His skin was a deep, fiery red, and his voice was like thunder. "So, you're the one who's been seeking me out," The devil said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "What is it that you want from me and why?" My father swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I want to be successful," he said finally. "I want to be rich and powerful, and I want to never have to worry about money again."

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

I gave him the most honest explanation I could think of. "You picked them because it had his name.... I mean, your brother's name. Si?" Son of the Devil.. How did he?

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

"If he gives you any trouble, if he slows down the extraction by even a second, leave him in the dirt. Or put a bullet in his head and burn the cabin with him inside. He has outlived his usefulness to this family. He allowed himself to be blinded by a woman, and a weak leader is a dead leader. Do what you need to do, Silas. Just don't come back without the girl." "Understood, sir," Silas said. "I’ll call you when we’re on the road." The line clicked dead, and the heavy boots began to move away from the cellar door, heading toward the back hallway where Henry had been stationed. In the absolute darkness of that crawlspace, the words settled over me like a sheet of ice. This was it. This was t

he strode toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I've never been so certain of anything in my entire life," I gritted, "It's for the best anyway. She won't allow me to kill him and I can't do anything that would cause her physical or emotional harm." "Killing the Devil isn't such a wise idea son," My father shook his head, a disapproving look on his face, "he rules the realm and although his following disobeys him to an extent, they still respect him. If you kill him, they will find a way to escape and wreak havoc on this realm with no limitations."